Living the Moment

Trying hard not to wish away the time right now, because there is so much delicious change going on, it's one of those rare, cataclysmic times in my life where I feel like I'm shedding a skin and evolving into the next chapter of my life. And I want to be so fantastically aware of every single second of what is happening (even the scary moments) because through the highs and lows of making such a drastic change - uprooting everything I've come to know over the past 5 years and starting the next phase in Brooklyn with D and my business - there is a deep calm that can only come from moving one's life in a direction that feels as natural as breathing. And I've had that feeling since day one of making the decision to move out there 5 months ago. Gotta live these moments, live every single millisecond if you can remember to - they only come along a few times in life.

So to tie me over (and keep me in the moment) I like to ponder over images like these below - they're all from periods in my life that, when I look back, I wish I'd lived just a little more in the moments that I was in these places or doing these things. A good way of reminding me to Be Here Now:

Red wall from my very first Dallas apartment. There is just something so immensely satisfying about a red wall, it always made me smile when I'd walk in the room.

Birthday cookies I baked for my 30th. That was a magic birthday.

Coffee table I made with leftover pieces of a bed frame and quirky Ikea legs. Before I discovered sewing and handbags, I knew I wanted to make things; doing these types of DIY projects was helping me get closer to the answer...

More red objets d'art. The red ladder that has followed D and me through several apartments, the chest of drawers he spray painted with Rust-Oleum for me as a surprise, since he knows my love of bright colors and shiny objects.

Walking at White Rock with D, he found a...well, not quite sure what it is. Baby tomato? I remember he was leaving again the next day for NY, and I wanted a photo that would remind me of how perfect the day had been...so I took a pic of our little "tomato". And I can still remember the perfect bliss of that day when I see this photo.

Biscotti involves so much labor and time to make. But one of the most immensely pleasing things for me to bake (and I'm good at it!)

My green Passat - we were destined to find each other. According to the manual, it rolled off the assembly line same day as my birthday, and was from Michigan. I miss this car.

New Year's Eve last year - walking with D at White Rock, fluffy hair, 70 degrees out...

...followed 2 days later by this. Texas, I'll miss your violent weather mood swings.

I'm always "in the moment" when figs are involved.